Barren Land

Somewhere across this long highway
Destined for another town
With Vega on the radio singing, «my name is Luca,»
I look out the window and see nothing
but a Barren Land
I wonder what the people are like
In these small towns that I’m traveling through
I’m sure they’ve got their means of happiness
But as I look out the window I see nothing
but a Barren Land
And so many thoughts
So many songs
The day goes by
And we keep moving on
This place looks so familiar
It takes my mind away
Little bugs hit my window and take me back
And all too quickly I find I’m still in this barren land